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felly - cheap cheap lyrics

[intro: felly]
you cheap, cheap so you freak, freak when you throw up i just throw up (sheesh)
my b-tch too pretty askin’ when i’ll grow up i don’t show up
the d-ck make her backbend i swear back then they ignored us
i swear next time we meet i’m gon’ act like i don’t know ya

[chorus: felly]
last year was broken now this year they tell me
that there ain’t sh-t they can tell me
y’all hear the click of the tele
i put this d-ck in her (uh)
this year i’m bout to make muh f-ckin’ millions
watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
once you be up you be chilling
oh what a wonderful feeling

[verse 1: felly]
uh, smashin’ your b-tch at the club
i peel off at the curb, yerd me (young fel)
pearls on my neck you would think i’m on bourbon
stick to the street, but my money suburban (big body)
swerve, pardon me when i’m swerving, yeah
uh, real deal
you don’t f-ck with me, meet me in person
give you the look like there’s two things i want
wish for a bag and a two-headed blonde
keeping three b-tches for company (three)
she start to think she in love with me (d-mn)
this year i’m bout to be muh f-ckin’ up
this year i’m bout to make way with the art
b-tch do not stop
this is not pop, this is rock
this for my opps

[verse 2: jack harlow]
oh what a feeling
straight to the top, i don’t know where the ceiling, is
i don’t think you know who you dealing, with
might just have to go to the dealer, ship
and cop something
shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that i got from him
reminiscing on times we was all youngins
in the function, late night til the cops coming
back then, they was acting, like we wouldn’t be sh-t, but now it’s packed in
quit talking, like you know me
because you don’t know a thing about jack man
in cl-ss, i was zoned out, i ain’t learn how to multiply fractions
i was leaving my backpack at the crib, can’t trip now cause the whole bags in
no acting, this is real life
tell me what it is what it feels like
tell me is it wet is it real tight
can i slide in with my lil guy?
i know it’s been a minute but i’m still fly
at derby with a bow tie on like bill nye
i’m with your girl she a real vibe
we just had a picnic on the hillside

[outro: felly]
yeah, b-tch
b-tch it’s young fel, we in this

- felly lyrics

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